Page 33 of Powerful Deception

My hand shakes when I write Amato instead of Vitale. Never in my life have I used my mother’s maiden name like this.

Once that is done and Evelyn has the copies of everything, she gives me a very detailed list for each child. More detailed than the list she sent over last night.

Everything that there is to be known about a one- and four-year-old is in my hands.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where is their mother?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me.

This question has been bugging me for a few days now. I understand that rich families use nannies all the time, but I found it odd that it was Dante looking for one and the children’s mom wasn’t involved.

Evelyn’s eyes saddened a bit. “Mrs. Rosetti is no longer with us. She passed away a few months ago.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t know that Rosetti was married, let alone that she had died.

My question all but forgotten, Evelyn continues to give me a rundown of the job. She goes through every single detail, including my housing.

“I’m sorry, housing? I’m supposed to live here?” I ask, confused.

Evelyn gives me a nod. “After this first week, if everything goes well, you will move in. That way you are available whenever needed. You will have days and nights off of course, but Mr. Rosetti thought it would be best that the nanny moves in to ease the process in a way.”

Ease the process.

How the fuck is living under Dante Rosetti’s roof easing the process? I’m already terrified of the man and if I live under his roof, he has a better chance of finding out who I am.

This is for the kids, not for you.

Right for the kids.

The kids that I have to look after, the kids that I have to take care of and spend every day with. The kids that I will without a doubt get close to and will destroy in the end when I take their father away from them.

That last part is why I should have said no to this job. Why I should have hesitated more than what I did.

Ultimately, I’m here to take down Rosetti, to find something incriminating to put the bastard behind bars or to burn him to a crisp. This has been about him and only him and his kids should never be involved.

Yet here I am, about to become their nanny for the unforeseeable future.

I’m such a horrible person.

But I need to do this.

I need to get revenge for my father, and I can do this, do this job and not get overly attached to two children I haven’t even met yet.

I can. I know that I can.

And moving in would be good in helping with what I need to accomplish.

“Right. Sorry, it took me off guard.” I try to give Evelyn a smile, but I don’t know if it comes off as genuine.

She gives me a reassuring smile back and goes back to giving me the run of things.

I have access to most of the main house. Evelyn gives me a map of it and tells me which rooms are a no go.

The master bedroom.

The office on the second floor.

The basement.

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